I also knew which of them were already suspected of stealing from Arthur.

If Julian wanted a war, I would give him the ammunition.

But I would give Arthur the targets.

I copied the first three names and pasted them into an email draft.

I addressed it to an anonymous tip line used by the state police.

I did not send it yet.

I needed to make sure the timing was perfect.

If the police moved too early, Arthur would consolidate his forces.

If they moved too late, Julian would take over the docks before the weekend.

The burner phone on the table began to vibrate.

It was not the unknown number this time.

It was a local exchange, one I recognized instantly.

It was the number of the payphone outside the pharmacy three blocks from my old apartment in the city.

Only one person knew that number, and he was supposed to be in a safe house in New Jersey.

I picked up the phone and slid my thumb across the screen to answer.

“Clara,” a voice whispered through the static.

It was Gregory.